We’re jumping back to leg warmers, puffy scrunches and jelly shoes! Let the streetlights be our guide back home and since we have hours to go allow me to introduce myself before I start yapping.
I am no “professional writer,” but I come here today to express parts of myself that fit better on a page and in a book than on your TV screen or in your car radio. (As if people listen to that anymore.) Do they? I don’t know!
Like many people, I am searching. Sometimes for what, I do not know. Other times, I do—and it mainly consists of happiness, peace and tranquility.
Where do we go from here? As humans now begin each day with radiation at their fingertips. As we race to plug into a system we “perfect ourselves” for.
How odd!
Remember the days of the Polaroid?
- NO EXTRA FILTERS.
- NO TRANSITIONS OR EDITS.
- NO THEME MUSIC OR COMMENTARY.
- JUST RAW, UNEDITED YOU.
Those are the days that are embedded in my amygdala.
I’ll be honest. Lately, I’ve been in some sort of new fog that isn’t very familiar to me. As I peel back more layers of myself, and the healing process gets deeper, I myself get stranger and stranger.
I feel composed of all the spiritual teachings and literature I’ve ever read at one time in my entire life. Like I said, odd. I swear I’ve had “several awakenings” in my lifetime, but this one is the craziest of them all.
TO DIE IS TO LIVE AGAIN.
"People-pleasing in me is finally something I can say died with great dignity and pride! Nowadays it’s more rolling my eyes and kiss my voluptuous ass. 😂"
My eccentricity is not for everyone, and I’ve learned to be okay with that. I’ve been through a lot of shit for 36 years and I know I am built for a lot more.
Choose Your Vibration
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